Policeman Getting Lost Songtext
von The Clientele

And I see where the blue-eyed surfer boys come out
To the west coast
And the car street north haunted with the figures
Of your friends


But if you get too tired
You can lay your head across my pillow
The darkness coming quickly
At this time of the year

But you can lay your hands on me
For a while
Yeah, you can lay your hands on me
Tonight

Tonight inside the fog
I saw a policeman getting lost